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Mother
A mom I wanted you to be
But a mom I would never see
To Comb my hair
And always be there
A mom to chase away my nightmare
Someone to look up too
But that could never be you
Instead
For you gave me fear
Fear that strange men would appear
Fear of when the bruises would subside
But some bruises never heal because there inside
Fear of hungers release
Fear of being a theif
Fear that never decreased
Fear of others believe
Fear of what others would do
Fear you wouldn't get up from that bottles glue
A mom I wanted you to be
a mom I will never see
You can fool alot but not me
It took me to long to realize
Just what lies lay behind your eyes
And now those same eyes
Look back at me from the mirror which I despise
You watched what transpired
And you just sat there unenquired
that bottle was more important to you
There is so much you didn't do
Sometimes I still cry out for you
No not the mother I knew
The one I always longed for
But that image long ago walked out the door
A mother I wanted you to be
Even tho you gave birth to me
you never will be not even to one degree
JJoe :)
But a mom I would never see
To Comb my hair
And always be there
A mom to chase away my nightmare
Someone to look up too
But that could never be you
Instead
For you gave me fear
Fear that strange men would appear
Fear of when the bruises would subside
But some bruises never heal because there inside
Fear of hungers release
Fear of being a theif
Fear that never decreased
Fear of others believe
Fear of what others would do
Fear you wouldn't get up from that bottles glue
A mom I wanted you to be
a mom I will never see
You can fool alot but not me
It took me to long to realize
Just what lies lay behind your eyes
And now those same eyes
Look back at me from the mirror which I despise
You watched what transpired
And you just sat there unenquired
that bottle was more important to you
There is so much you didn't do
Sometimes I still cry out for you
No not the mother I knew
The one I always longed for
But that image long ago walked out the door
A mother I wanted you to be
Even tho you gave birth to me
you never will be not even to one degree
JJoe :)
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